Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.